Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Any and all doubts disperse when he reaches around me and grabs my shaft, because goddamn it, I didn’t think someone’s hand on my dick could feel this good.
My hips push forward, shoving my erection into the tight sleeve of his fingers, and he chuckles into my lips, smiling, as if this was how he wanted me to react.
“You’re so damn thirsty. I can provide something to satisfy you any time you want, Blue Eyes. Any time,” he says, and while I’m spacing out, the glide of his rough fingertip around my cockhead is something I could repeat in any and all circumstances.
It’s nothing like a woman’s hand, and I love that. I’m so fucking gay. I press into him with a moan. Can’t even be angry about the nickname.
“So good,” I rasp, safe in his embrace. Road should be the last person I feel safe with, yet here we are. I’m naked, vulnerable, drunk, and without a worry in my head. No one would hold me like this if they planned to hurt me.
“Yes. You have such a nice cock. Fits so well in my hand,” Road says, breaking the kiss to rain charged kisses along my neck. They leave my skin on fire, but I welcome his tongue back in my mouth, squirming as he tightens his hold on me, testing what I enjoy.
While he might not want to blow me, he’s far from a selfish lover. Just like I have my limits, I’m fine with his as long as he continues stroking my dick so well. It’s a revelation that even a hand job can be this amazing. Only reason I’m not coming yet is because the water cooled me off for a moment. Now I’m right back to overheating.
The sand is soft under my knees, the sun shines on my face, and I’ve never known such physical pleasure. I press my ass against him, to test how it feels while I glide my hands over his wet thighs. So damn solid. As if I’m cuddling up to a beast capable of ending my life with a single bite.
He pushes his hips right back at me, and it doesn’t feel nearly as threatening now that he’s no longer erect. “When you do feel like it, tell me, because I’ve been imagining you spread out under me since I saw your ass through the back of your hospital gown. Every damn night, I dive into your hot, tight hole, and you tell me to go harder,” Road whispers before licking my lips. “I’d give it to you just right.”
With every word, he jerks me off faster. Whenever I let my thoughts drift to anal sex, I’m always a spectator, otherwise my arousal dies as a shadow with tattooed hands braces itself over me and holds me down, rubbing my face into gravel. But as Road’s honeyed words soak in, I’m there, spread on the floor while he grins at me, rubbing his dick between my buttocks. He’s grabby, horny, his face blooms with a deep flush. And he doesn’t just fuck me to get off. He wants to see me come and kisses me with the same excitement with which he said I’m perfect.
I’m not ready to go there. Still, his words turn me on, and it’s me who latches onto him for a kiss even though my neck hurts from the twisting. I grind against him, fucking his hand, desperate for the release of this tension inside me.
“Make me come,” I whisper against his lips, but my words turn into a moan when he squeezes my pec hard. His touch is so damn hot in this cold water, and I’m melting.
“Good boy. I want to see you come. I want to lick your spunk from my fingers. Right now,” he mutters into my lips, and I crash, twisting and jerking in his embrace as my balls tighten, sending a hot wave through my cock.
If he called me that in any other circumstances, I would punch him, but right now? Yeah. I wanna be a good boy. I may be twenty-seven, but I never got this before. Being with Road feels like waking up from a ten-year-long bad dream.
I don’t know who I am now.
Figuring it out can wait. Right now, all I need to know is that his fingers are milking my dick, his hairy body is hot against me, and my legs are trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. I don’t try to restrain my moans, facial expressions, or happy whispers of ‘yes… yes…’.
I can be myself for once, and when he sniggers, watching me with a satisfied half-smile, I’m ready to wag my tail with joy. He takes his hand away just before touch becomes painful, and I go limp in his arms, catching my breath while he presses his mouth to the side of my face, over and over.